Take the Heat

. “Manuel’s an old friend of mine. He tipped me off a couple hours ago, got me past the alarm system.” He tsked. “Setting me up, Joni?”

Her stomach dropped. Manuel was supposed to protect her, not betray her to Dev.

Dev’s hand slid up her leg, leaving a shiver of goose bumps. “So my exhibitionism in New Orleans aroused Internal Affairs’ suspicion about my extracurricular activities, yeah?”

Yeah. The guy he’d fucked in a crowded club had learned who he was and reported him. It had been consensual, albeit messy for someone in Dev’s profession, which was why the bureau had sent her.

“Good thing Manuel owes me a favor.” His velvet laugh made her blood boil and nipples tighten. “I would’ve fallen right into your trap.”

Instead, she’d fallen into his. Her back arched, and she moaned against the towel.

As if their movements had been choreographed, Manuel rolled a condom over Dev’s length without uttering a word. When the man proceeded to deep throat him, everything in her went completely still.

Dev palmed the back of Manuel’s head and guided the speed of the sucking. His heavy-lidded eyes, the slack of his jaw, and the grind of his hips communicated unbridled lust. The way they moved together reeked of sexual familiarity. Was he gay? Was he using her only as a voyeur to satisfy his kink to be watched?

Frustration coiled between her legs, and a quivering exhale escaped her tight throat.

Dev looked up, and his smoldering expression made her thighs tremble, sweeping a tingle to her toes. He dragged his gaze to her cunt, to the damp heat that promised a smooth and pleasurable glide of his girth.

“Stand up and turn around.” Dev tapped Manuel’s jaw and held her eyes. “Do you want my cock?”

She was certain he was addressing her, but Manuel answered as he stood and turned, “Fuck, yes.”

Dev applied the lube he’d retrieved from his bag and gripped the other man’s hips. With a few prods of his cock, Dev seated himself to the root. They shuddered in unison.

Their position, she realized, was for her vantage. The profiles and curvature of their muscular bodies rolling as one set off an explosion of sensations through her body. The pounding beat of desire concentrated between her legs and spread outward, shivering over her belly and tightening her nipples. Her breasts felt heavy and full, jogging with the heave of her chest.

Manuel pulled on his dick in desperate jerks, and Dev controlled the pace of their rocking, lips tracing the rigid lines of Manuel’s shoulder. It was beautiful and erotic, and her body responded as if she were there between them, bowing and trembling and glistening with sweat. Her lungs labored to keep up.

Two pairs of eyes roamed her face, then narrowed on the spasmodic flex of her cunt. She yanked at the tethers, needed her hands to assuage the chaos of pulsations assaulting her pussy. She ground her ass against the bed, sliding in the wet spot.

“She wants us to fuck her.” Manuel accelerated the slapping motion of his fist, his head turning to capture Dev’s mouth. They licked aggressively, lips spread wide, tongues warring and flicking.

Dev broke the kiss, met her eyes. “Do you want Manuel to fuck you?”

Sweat dampened her lip and forehead. Her pulse roared in her ears. Fuck, she was burning with the need for Dev to touch her, to pump his fingers in and out and massage that place that would release her from this urgency.

“Remove her gag.” Dev slid a hand over her thigh, and the heat from his skin licked a fiery path along her slit. She clung to the lust in his eyes and the noisy gasps stumbling from his lips.

When Manuel pulled the towel from her mouth, she was mindless, hips circling in the air, empty, so fucking empty. “Please tell me you’re not gay.”

A sensual smile tipped the corners of his mouth, and he thrust his hips, curling his fingers inside her. “Horny, Joni.”

Arrgh. She needed to reestablish the lines, remind him she was Internal Affairs and they would both be arrested, but that wasn’t what came out. “Fuck me. Please, I want you to fuck me.”

“Me or him?” Dev rotated his pelvis against the arch of Manuel’s ass and traced two fingers around the opening of her pussy.

Every minute movement was a jolt of electricity. “You. I want you. Deeper.” She lifted her ass, tried to grind her folds against his touch. “Please, Dev.”

His fingers tunneled in, slipping to the knuckles, launching her higher, higher, toward the precipice. Waves of pleasure built, strengthening with each stroke along her inner muscles. The tang of her arousal chased her inhales. Moisture seeped around his hand and leaked down the crack of her ass. Just a few more thrusts—

The fingers vanished, returning to Manuel’s hip.

“No, please.” Beyond the edges of her desperation whispered a scolding voice, Stop begging. She didn’t care. She didn’t want him to reach his crest with that man. She balled her hands and lowered her chin and her voice. “Fuck me, Dev.”

He pressed his lips against Manuel’s nape, and for an ice-cold second, she thought he’d rejected her. He raised his hand and smacked the man’s ass. “Consider your debt paid.” He pulled out and discarded the condom.

The pressure swelling her sex and the rope holding her down were a combined hell. As Manuel dressed, she jerked and pulled on the restraints until Dev crawled between her legs, his shoulders pressed against her thighs. She tumbled into the steel cage of his eyes, and his grip on her waist told her he was teetering on an equally tortured edge.